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Not only did I finally sign the lease for a building for the club, but I also had another dream.

I had suspected that someone was stealing from me, at Fangtasia, so I summoned another vampire that I knew whose girlfriend was telepathic and I wanted her to help me figure out who the culprit was. It turned out that it was our bartender, Longshadow, and he'd glamoured one of our waitresses to keep quiet. Longfellow tried to kill Sookie, which didn't sit well with Bill so he staked him, which was extremely stupid because now, according to our laws, he'll have to pay for in some way.

I won't lie, I'm curious to see what will happen to Bill for his indiscretion.

You know, there's optimism and then there's optimism! Dream!me got settled into her dingy and very very tiny apartment. Loud neighbors, weird landlady, the whole works. Does that dissuade her from her big calling to the big city? NEVER!

She loves it all. I'm in love with dream me.

Does that sound as full of myself as I think?

I haven't talked a whole lot about my Dreams here, mainly because they are a fucking mess and make little to no sense and the more I had the less sense they made. One thing I took away is that I was murdered a whopping three different times! Three! For some reason the third time apparently was the charm. But that wasn't even the craziest thing the Dreams apparently did.

Like, for example, did all of you fine people know that because elementary schools are often used as polling places for elections, the people who are actually in charge of the country is the Department of Education and that said Department of Education is actually being controlled by the Japanese who are using the schools in order to brainwash children into being sleeper agents, or something...I'm not entirely sure.

Not even kidding.

My Dreams are like some kind of fever-fueled conspiracy theory.

I no longer have a master bathroom. I have given it over to the cricket that’s moved in there and is trying to attack me everytime I step through that door. So I closed the door and hope that the cricket has a happy life in there with my shampoo and everything else that I’m going to have to go to Walmart or wherever’s open all night to replace it.